Well, our lives are, for the most part, packed in the back of a moving van. Okay, that’s a little dramatic, but everything we own is pretty much packed in there, and we won’t see it for another month or two. I’m sitting on my sister-in-law’s painting stool, typing on my laptop, in our master bedroom. The movers are loading everything they packed yesterday, and there are only a few boxes left for them to take out. After that, there’s a few boxes of stuff we didn’t get to go through yet that are going to the in-laws for Rich to deal with while there, and his clothes that we decided not to have packed so he had stuff to wear for the next month while at his parents’.

The best part of having everything we own packed up had to be the games…10 big moving boxes all labeled “Boardgames.” I wish we’d had a camera to take a picture!

It’s so sad to be leaving. I feel a bit lost – our home is going to be sold to who knows whom, and I’ll be starting a whole new life, making new friends, seeing new things. It’s exciting, but it’s scary. Not even the weather will be the same!

Let me tell you, though – if you’re going to be moving across any distance…hire movers! They’ve done in a day and a half what would have taken US a week. These guys have just been amazingly efficient.

There went the last of the boxes. Bye, dear house. We’ve certainly had great times together.